This is going to be an on-going thing. I have many ideas that I look forward to developing further. Right now, I only have the first "first" ready for publication. More to come soon!
He scowled his scowl at me, standing in the doorway. He took hold of my hands. I felt my breath catch. He stared me in the eye. Ed had always been assertive, but this was a new (and a very welcome) brand of assertiveness for him.
He commanded my confidence in him. He swore he would return with his pulse still beating. He reassured me relentlessly. Yet I remained unconvinced until he touched my hands like that.
He continued talking, about what I can't recall. I was busy analyzing every sensation of his hands on mine. I took notice of the size of his hand in relation to mine. His hand was warmer than mine. I found I could see a collection of blurry reflections of us in his automail fingers. I counted the number of wrinkles on the knuckle of his flesh index finger. 26.
Then his scowl turned into a smile. The way he looked at me begot a fluttery sensation in my stomach. It was a sensation unfamiliar to me at the time, but has since become trademark for Ed.
That was the first time I saw Ed as handsome and not cute. I was tempted to kiss him, but I knew that if I did kiss him then, it would have been for selfish reasons. So instead, I watched his lips as he talked.
"You got it?" He asked. I snapped out of my reverie.
"Absolutely. Got it." I replied. I got it? Got what? I got that I was smitten with him already, by 14 years of age.